Page 206 of Sincerely, Butterfly

He swings me around, the two of us crashing to the ground from the force of him stopping me.

“Fuck!” I shout as my head hits the ground. “That fucking hurt.”

“But did you die?” Sylas’ manic amusement fills my ear.

Slamming my mouth shut, I try to shake my momentary disorientation.

“I caught myself a pretty little butterfly,” he singsongs, grabbing my arms and yanking them over my head as he sits on my lower half, pinning me to the ground. “It would be a shame if I crushed its delicate wings. But then, if I did, she’d never be able to fly away, would she? You’d never leave us, Lola Girl, would you?”

I bite my lip, shaking my head, feeling his hard cock pressing against my mound. It reignites the arousal Wesley left me hanging with as heat and desire lick at the edges of my skin.

I’m needy and aching for that orgasm I didn’t get.

My chest heaves, my breasts rising and falling as the ringing in my ear starts to dull.

Sylas leans down, bringing the nose of the mask to mine. “Are you having fun, Lola Girl?” he cocks his head to the side. “I can feel your pulse racing.” He brushes his thumb over my pulse point on my left hand. “Is your heart pounding, Lola Girl? I bet it is. But… is it with fear or excitement? Maybe both?”

He holds my wrists in one hand, keeping me in place as he reaches back to grab something from his pocket.

“Can’t have you screaming now, can we?” he taunts before shoving something into my mouth, gagging me. “That’s much better.”

I tremble with anticipation, eager for him to do something, anything. I just want him to fuck me, use me, have his way with me.

He breathes heavily above me, just staring down at me. “Having you laid out here like this, your hair a mess, your clothes stained with dirt, fear shining in your eyes… it makes me fucking hard,” he groans, rolling his hips. “I want to fucking devour you, Lola Girl. To eat you right up.”

I try to say‘Then do it’,but it comes out muffled.

He laughs at me, rocking his hips against me again and again. Then he’s leaning back, letting go of my arms.

My eyes are locked on his hands as they move to undo his zipper and pulls out his cock. He groans, wrapping his hand around his shaft tightly as he gives himself a few strokes.

If he wasn’t on top of me, I’d be opening my legs and begging him to slide in.

“You know, Lola Girl.” He cocks his head to the side. “I’m pretty sure that note said not to get caught. Yet, here we are. And I can smell the cum dripping from your used cunt. One of the guys got to you already, didn’t they?” He leans down. “Who was it? Wesley… or Jasper?” He leans back. “Doesn’t matter. Now it’s my turn. Although I was hoping for a bit more of a fight. I thought you had more in you.”

I glare up at him, getting angry at his mocking tone. I’m not weak, I can fight. Hell, I murdered over a dozen people! That shit isn’t light work.

He wants a fight? Fine. Fuck this.

Grabbing a handful of dirt, I throw it at his face. It catches him off guard. “Fuck!” He eases up on the weight pressing down on me, and I manage to wiggle backwards enough to get free.

Scrambling to my feet, I start running again. I pull the gag from my mouth and toss it to the side.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sylas whoops.

I smile—I. Fucking. Smile.—because god, I love hearing him happy. I’m making him happy. Me! This is what dates are supposed to be like: everyone having a great time doing something they love. Bonding over something new and exciting is nice, too.

Sadly, I don’t make more than a step or two.

Something catches me by the ankle, and I go down hard, screaming as my body crashes to the ground.

“Too slow,” Sylas singsongs as he yanks me by the ankles, roughly pulling me backwards. My nails claw into the ground, leaving marks in the grass. “Naughty little Butterfly trying to fly away. Looks like I do need to clip those wings.”

When he gets me close enough, he grabs my panties and rips them off me. “Let’s try this again.” He grabs me by the hair, yanking my head back, and takes my panties, shoving them into my mouth. Igag around them, tasting my arousal mixed with Wesley’s cum that had soaked into some of the fabric.

This time, he sits on the back of my legs, keeping me pinned exactly where he wants me. He starts to whistle a happy tune, and I hear the sounds of a belt coming undone.

I continue to struggle, trying to get away, but he’s too big, and honestly, I don’t want to get away this time. Not when I’m so fucking needy. I just want to cum. Is that too much to ask?